Biography of maria goodison
Hi i'm a little bit of everything I feel that life should be lived and there is more out there then what we can see.
I have borderline personality disorder i do not feel that this has stop me from writing it has giving me a different point of view to life and the thing that go on in it.
I believe in past life, and that we all meet people that we new from a past life, some are good and as always some are not.
I try to live a full life with no hold back but this is not always easy.
I hope that in some way my poem's and story's can help another person life.
If you would like to talk to me more then I am on kik and would be awesome to talk to other people.darkmind32 your more then welcome to add me.
maria goodison's Works:
I don't have any yet but hoping that someday I will.
maria goodison Poems
The Bottom Of The Garden
Down the bottom of the garden where the children hide and play. Secrets are kept and all that see them, shield them with their souls.
Old Rocking Chair
I sat in the old rocking chair, like I had when I was young I let it go, to and frow, Let my mind drift back to a time
Mum Your A Star.
To me you are a super start and I owe you so much more than the few words that have come in to my head.
You must take me for a fool, if you think I do not know. To think that I would never find out.
Mother said I have to let things go and call you father, daddy or dad. The anger swells within me so at having to think your the one
How I remember when I was young and what Christmas ment to me. All the wonder, magic and belief, it still holds that special feeling inside for me.
Monsters In My House
When its late at night everyone is fast asleep, I often fear this time of night.
Tell me a story that I do not know one that is old, that is not knowing. Sing me song that I've never heard
At My Feet
The vampires start licking at my feet looking for something nice to eat. Just to my side are red skulls looking for something that they can not hold.
What Man Has Made
In the dark of the night we follow the men that carry the light. We trust the words that are spoken so kind, holding their hands and hopes inside.
I am without thinking more than you know. I am the pillow that your head will sleep upon the tear that rolls down your unforgiving cheek. I am the calm before the storm
All under the covers, safe and sound I started to wonder at it all. All the things we say and do,
Letting Thing Flow.
I'm sitting here, seeing things flow under the weeping willow. I hear the birds up high
I Miss You
I walked past your flat today and almost knocked on the door. I thought I heard your voice and hoped to turn to see your face. I almost called you on the phone, then remembered you would not pick up at all.
Come sit with me and hear
the story of the vampires queen.
With just one look from her eyes
it made you bear your soul.
She stole the boys late at night
with just one smile.
Come sit with me and i'll tell the story
of the vampires queen.